Little red flower.

Fade

Sia glances around, still sat at her table with boredom sinking in. He eyes trail over to the clown and her new friend, meeting the gaze of said clown, she narrows her eyes with a huff and turns her head away.

She begins watching the other people around her, taking note of the two types of people that are at the surrounding tables.

Type one is the type that conceal their aura and don't give themselves away. They remain reserved and to themselves, being cautious of the people around them.

Then there's type two, the people who decide to throw such caution to the wind and decide to try and intimidate the possible to be opponents around them. Seeing no need in hiding their auras they seem to take pleasure in watching others hide away from the sight of them.

Though the second type, the ones who threw their caution to the wind are the much more entertaining ones though, Sia smiles as she spots one of them yelling at someone who bumped into them.

Reminds me of a certain fool I know.

A cup gets placed in front of her as she turns back to see Zander, he smiles at her as she nods her thanks, looking aorund the room some more Zander watches her.

"You nervous?"

Sia looks at him, shaking her head no with a smile on her face.

'People of these skill levels are none of my concern'

Zander looks at her wide eyed for a moment, though ducks his head away not daring to ask for detail of what she means, the bench Sia is sat on shifts slightly, though she doesn't need to look to know who it is, picking up her tea Sia takes a sip of it as she continues to give the clown none of her attention, Zander looks towards Hisoka.

"Ah, a salad for breakfast? That isn't filling in the slightest."

Hisoka looks at him with a slight scowl

"Really? You're gonna complain at me when you're not even eating anything? And madam over here only has a tea! She even has a fight today."

Zander Scowls back at the clown.

"Excuse you but I'm waiting for my food order, you'd know that since you were with me at the counter. At least you would if you weren't staring at our servers ass."

Sia shakes her head as the two proceed to glare at each other, Zander turns his attention to her.

"You should eat though Sia."

Sia looks at him from her tea cup, gently placing it down on the saucer.

'I prefer not to eat before matches'

Zander looks at her quizzically, shrugging his shoulders.

"Fine, get something after the match is done though okay?"

Sia beams at him, nodding as she turns her attention back to her tea cup.

Staring at the lights reflection in the liquid a smaller smile sparks onto her face.

York New... I'll get to see him soon~

The girls smile widens.

I wonder it he'll be happy to see me? Hm I doubt it, his emotions are as monotone as his voice.

The girl tips her head to the side, her eyes remaining locked onto the cup before her.

"Sia?"

She blinks, lifting her head up slightly and looking at him sheepishly through her fringe.

"You okay? You zoned out."

The small girl nods as she gently kicks her dangling legs in the air, playfully, a childish are graces her features as she thinks about him.

Zander stares at her sudden upbeat attitude as he hears hisoka mumble.

"She was all pissed and sulky a moment ago."

Zander nods in agreement

"Clearly she thought of someone or something she loves very much."

Hisokas cat like eyes settle into a glare at the other male as he mentions "someone she loves very much"

A small smirk plays at Zander's lips as he can feel the irritation and jealousy radiating off the clown

A waitress walks over placing a dish before him as a satisfied smile graces his features, Sia watches the interaction between the two, sipping her tea again with a happy smile.

She watches as the number of people in the dining area begins to deplete due to matches or general sheer boredom.

Letting out a small huff, she Swings her legs to the side of the bench, hopping off it.

She peeks up at the clock in the centre of the room, the same childish air adorning her as she skips down the hall.

Her two companions watch after her, they know where she's heading as they also rise up from the table.

Zander shoves a piece of toast into his mouth as he and hisoka make their way down the hall the petit girl went skipping down.

Sia pushes open on of the double doors before her, peeling into the large prep room as she hears a voice.

"Sia?"

The girl looks at the staff member questioning her, nodding curtly as she enters the room properly.

"You'll be up in a few minutes, you were pushing it for time a bit, don't you have any warm ups you want to do?"

Sia shrugs as the staff member looks at her with concern.

"Well... This way please."

The two of them walk down a hall out to an arena with open mats, a grin flourishes on to Sia's face, she twirls around rembering the all top familiar place.

Reaching the arena she's using she hops up, to be greeted with a face of blasting Zen aura.

One hundred percent blood list.

One hundred percent threat.

One hundred percent going to lose.

Sia doesn't bother giving him too much attention as she glances to the side, seeing hisoka and Zander.

She pouts at the sight of Zander, remembering his request as she turns back to his supposed little brother infront of her.

The countdown begins as she rolls her eyes.

Fine, I'll be nice.

The male on the arena charges at her, only to run through her, he quickly shoots back only to see her figure fade away like a haze in a dessert.

The panic sets in as he swirls around trying to relocate her when there's a tap on his shoulder, followed by a snap.

Her opponent cries in pain as Sia dusts off her hands, she feels a shift in the distance, glancing over she notices Zanders disdain towards the situation.

Sia shrugs.

That's a warning for him trying to act like a big shot.

Sia turns back to the male, and in one clean whack he drops to the floor unconscious.

There is silence for a moment before the referee announces her victory.

Sia looks to her two main admirers, Zander heaving a sigh, Hisoka looking at her like she's a sweet treat, she turns to the crowd and bows as cheers pour, and others cry from loosing their bets.